Lyrical Breakdown of Demons - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Demons" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Drake weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Demons" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Drake employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Drake's narrative.

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Like what? Yeah, yeah Six, six, six, six, six, six Baow Yeah Fivi, Sosa, viral, movie I'm in this bitch with the Wooski Ball in the summer like Drew League Champagne got me loopy Glizzy Bop lookin' groovy All the demons lookin' moody (what?) (All the demons lookin' moody) Skrrt 'round there in your ends, whole southside on ten Not like them, make men lean out Benz That's how a man get blem, you and your friends This Hermés from runway, this ain't Ralph Lauren Tell them again, loved her way back when Drunk so I type "Je t'aime" but don't hit send Send some bread to the pen All my G's are blessed, we check in for them Whole lotta charges laid to this day No confessions for them Man really feel no ways, these man waste No progression for them Think you're bad, just wait, food get ate And that's just lessons for them Sosa (Sosa), Fivi (Fivi), lookin' like KD and Kyrie (I am) My TD Bank is on what? (What?) My TD Bank is on Kylie (ayy, ayy) Tribeca in the lobby, all these niggas gettin' dodgy (baow) When we see 'em, it's a body (ayy, ayy, ayy) Fivi (Fivi), Sosa (Sosa), viral (viral), movie (movie) I'm in this bitch with the Wooski (I am) Ball in the summer like Drew League Champagne got me loopy (baow) Glizzy Bop lookin' groovy (baow) All the demons lookin' moody (All the demons lookin' moody) Ayy, ayy, ayy Move (move), get out the way (get out the way, lil' bitch), uh Say the wrong thing, you'll get shot in your face (baow, yeah) Fivi (Fivi), laced (laced), I put the opps in they place (opp) Yeah, if you a gangster, then you gotta relate (ayy, ayy, ayy) She got a face that you cannot mistake She paid for the food and we went on a date Head game great, huh, she let me nut on her face, ayy, ayy, ayy Uh, every time she link, she come with an eighth (baow) Viral, you ain't never make a movie with Drake (baow) Sponsor (sponsor), I take a Perc, now I'm turned to a monster (to a monster) Uh, I'm in the court like "I'm sorry, your honor" (I'm sorry, your honor, lil' bitch, baow) I killed the opp, but I ain't catchin' no karma (baow, baow) Yeah, I killed the opp, but I ain't catchin' no karma (ayy, ayy, ayy) Fivi (Fivi), Sosa (Sosa), viral (viral), movie (movie) I'm in this bitch with the Wooski (I am) Ball in the summer like Drew League Champagne got me loopy Glizzy Bop lookin' groovy (ayy, what?) All the demons lookin' moody (what? Ayy, look) Ayy, ayy Bitch, I'm a demon in the night And I'm a shark up underwater (I am) I got shooters in New York And I got shooters across the border (what?) I call Drake and tell him off 'em (Drake) Ayy, I call Drake and tell him off 'em (what?) If they Woo walk, I probably taught 'em (I did) I got the money, they say that I'm gifted Fuck sale, so I'm givin' out gift stamps (I am) Highway, me and Fivio lifted (what?) London, man, I need me a thick bitch (a thick) And a Louis bag just so I can fit me the grip in (grip) I got the swag, so tell me the difference Mike Amiri, best believe they fitted She wanna fuck, but I ain't with it Headshot, knock him off his fitted Punch him out, send that boy to that dentist Talkin' Henny, it better be Privilège, ayy Baow, what? It better be Privilège Fivi, Sosa, viral, movie I'm in this bitch with the Wooski Ball in the summer like Drew League Champagne got me loopy Glizzy Bop lookin' groovy All the demons lookin' moody (what?) (All the demons lookin' moody) Ayy, ayy